Hannah gets caught -- (Author) babyann

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 9, 2021 at 10:58 AM
Content: She heard the dog fight some distance away, the barking had changed to snarling, and while the dogs had lowered in tone, the human voices had gone up in tone. Normally she would avoid making even eye contact with anyone on her way home, let alone talking or otherwise bringing attention to herself. She had mastered being the anonymous shape making her way to and from work or to the shops. She would walk with her shoulders hunched, often with a hood pulled right over to hide her face and hair. Her outline and clothing looked as though no thought had been given to them as she almost blended into the background, but in fact the reverse was true her different layers of clothing were carefully selected to make her anonymous, androgynous and importantly to mask what she wore underneath. The important layer, the layer against her skin was made up of a brightly coloured adult baby diaper. That was her secret, that no one else on the planet knew. If her “plain Jane” looks, and small body, totally lacking any curves were not enough to put off any advances, then her advanced shyness would see off even the most determined advances. Many years ago she had accepted that she would live a solitary life, and she was comfortable with that. In many ways she was more than comfortable as a local of friends and no social life meant she could enjoy wearing AB nappies, which she was certain would be completely unacceptable to any potential partner. She now didn’t consider herself straight, lesbian or bi, but rather asexual. In fact she had reassured herself that babies didn’t “do” sex, and she was happy just wearing her nappies, and being a baby in her bed at home.

She rarely wore her diapers out of her flat, as she had found the hard way that walking too far in them could cause awful chafing which took forever to heal. But sometimes she would wear them and enjoyed the titillation of being out in public wearing her diaper. Recently, she had found an additional thrill of wetting them while outside, as she sometimes found she could leak a little around her legs, she had also bought some cute plastic panties with baby toys printed on the outside of them. These didn’t add any bulk to the diaper but would catch any leaks from getting through. The only downside was the slight noise factor. But hearing the crinkle of the plastic was another thrill for her.

But all this had been forgotten when she heard the women screaming. As she ran around the corner she could see a female holding one small dog under one arm, whilst screaming at a large German Shepherd dog who had a firm grip of another small dog in its jaws. Hannah didn’t even break her stride, but as she ran, she reached into the pocket of her hoodie, and her hand grasped the small container of pepper spray. She had practiced and practiced “quick drawing” the pepper spray, but in her mind it was always for her own personal protection, she couldn’t explain after the event why she reached for it now, but it seemed the right thing to do. The lady with her two smaller dogs was frantic, verging on hysterical as she screamed and tried to kick at the large German Shepherd, who was beginning to shake its victim, it’s teeth snicking deeper and deeper into the flesh of the smaller dog. Hannah aimed the pepper spray right at the German Shepherd’s nose, and her hands even made contact with both dogs, although in the blur of moving flesh, spittle and now orange cloud of spray, it was quite impossible to tell which was which. All five animals; two humans and three dogs were soon enveloped in a cloud of spray, and suddenly Hannah feared she had done the wrong thing as her eyes began to burn. She flung the now empty spray to one side and reached out grabbing dog fur with both hands. As it turned out she had the German Shepherd on one hand and the “victim” in the other, so she allowed the “victim” to escape and grabbed two handfuls of flesh as the nape of the German Shepherd’s neck and steeled herself for a massive fight. This dog possibly weighed as much as her own petite body, but her eyes were streaming and the pepper spray had reach her throat and lungs setting those on fire it seemed. But her fears were ill founded, as the dog was having even more problems with the pepper spray than Hannah was, it was retching and whimpering as the spray lit up any moist flesh it found. Hannah just held on trying not to breath with her eyes closed until everything settled down. Later she would find it was the owner of the German Shepherd who had come running from the opposite direction, who took the dog off her. Hands guided her to the kerb, and she was handed bottle after bottle of water to flush out her mouth, nose and eyes. Finally, through bleary eyes she looked up at one of the most beautiful faces she had ever seen. The deep brown eyes looked at her with gratitude and concern.

“Thank you for saving my dog’s life, I don’t know how I shall ever be able to repay you” came a voice through the mist of her bleary vision.

“Oh, it was nothing”, Hannah lamely automatically answered.

“Nonsense, that was such an act of bravery, and how did you know that pepper spray would work so well, and more importantly, are you hurt, oh and I am Sarah, by the way.”

“Hi,” Hannah croaked, “I am Hannah and I am only hurt by my pepper spray, I think, so all self inflicted really.”

“You are truly amazing,” said Sarah as she passed Hannah a tissue, which she immediately filled with orange coloured, pepper flavoured snot and tears.

It took a few minutes for the worst of the effects of the spray to work themselves out of her system, but Hannah was soon aware enough to start to allow her shyness barriers to lift, and she had already declined a lift home from Sarah, when the “victim”, who had seemed fine suddenly vomited a load of blood from its mouth. Sarah was horrified, and tried to pick both her dogs up, saying she had to get to the vet’s as quickly as possible.

“Here, let me.” Hannah said as she scooped up the little dog in her arms, “there is a vet’s practice only two blocks away. They ran together, and Hannah was soon really struggling to keep up with Sarah’s long legs and was quite out of breath when they got to the vets. Hannah was rushed straight through and deposited the very sad looking victim on the treatment table, and they were then ushered back into the waiting room.

Hannah was catching her breath, when Sarah appeared with paper towels and lots more water. “Here, they have given me these to help clean you up”, Sarah smiled at her. Sarah tipped some water onto a couple of the towels and very gently began to wash Hannah’s face. Hannah was quite unused to being touched by another person like that and began to reach up for the towels, but Sarah looked her straight in the eyes, “no, after all you have done for me, allow me to clean my little heroine up!” with that she gently wiped the remaining pepper spray from Hannah’s eyes and face. It felt incredibly intense being so close to a complete stranger, while Sarah gently wiped every part of Hannah’s face, and then patted it dry with some other dry paper towels. As Sarah cleaned Hannah’s hands she discovered a small bite, which must have happened in the immediate breakup of the fight, but Hannah had not noticed she had been bitten as the pepper spray had been her primary concern.

“Oh no, Hannah! You are hurt!” exclaimed Sarah, “as this is a dog bite we need to get this properly cleaned and you will need a tetanus if you are not up to date. Fortunately, I think we are safe from rabies as none of the dogs were strays”. Again Hannah tried to withdraw, she really didn’t want to be a burden, and, because of her quiet life, she hadn’t bothered registering at any doctor’s surgery.

“No, it’s fine, I am fine, I would rather not…” Hannah began.

“Hannah,” said Sarah as she gripped Hannah’s hands while kneeling in front of her, “I ought to explain; I am a doctor, and given what has happened, I am honour bound to treat you and to check you are OK. So I am afraid, I will not take no for an answer on this, and we can then discuss how I can repay you.”

Hannah wasn’t able to reply, but fortunately her blushes were saved by the vet. “We have checked your dog over and other than a couple of nasty bites he seems OK, the blood appears to be from his own mouth, but we will have to sedate him and give him some stitches in I am afraid, which will also mean he will have to stay in overnight, will that be OK, or would you rather use your own vet?”

“No, here is fine, thank you, let me settle up with you now, as I need to get the hero of the episode sorted out too, as she has a dog bite on her hand too…but I am a doctor, actually a pediatrician, but I am certainly qualified to sort this out.” Sarah explained.

Finally Sarah and Hannah set off back to Sarah’s own surgery, which wasn’t too far…but far enough, the walking did two things, it reminded Hannah that she was wearing an adult baby diaper, with some very babyish plastic panties on top, but it did this by chafing her flesh, as her now slightly damp diaper rubbed against her tender skin.

Doctor Sarah interrogated Hannah on the march to her own surgery, and she soon surmised she was dealing with an intensely shy individual, who was only giving monosyllabic answers to her questions. But she had glimpsed an attractive female face as she had cleaned it. There was also something different about this small female, which she couldn’t quite fathom. Although Hannah was clearly an adult, she evoked something inside of Sarah. Yes, Sarah admitted there was certainly attraction, but more than that, Hannah’s quiet disposition also invoked a sort of maternal instinct, which even though she regularly treated vulnerable children she had never felt before.

Hannah’s mind was racing, she even contemplated just trying to make a bolt for it, but she realised that Sarah was much faster than her. She was being dragged far out of her comfort zone. But there was something about this beautiful doctor with the deep brown eyes that was so beguiling. Hannah also found herself feeling new feelings.

Doc Sarah’s surgery was brightly coloured with cartoon figures on the walls, which caught Hannah’s attention as Doc Sarah turned on lights and off alarms. She had left her other dog in the car, so guided Hannah through to her own office, which was similarly brightly painted, but this time there were framed pictures and letters sent to Doc Sarah from thankful young patients. Hannah was sat in a chair, while Doc Sarah pulled open different drawers and extracted different equipment.

“Now, young lady,” said Doc Sarah perching herself on a stool in front of Hannah, and a pair of spectacles on her nose, “show me your hands!” Doc Sarah noted the slight shaking as Hannah brought her hand up. “Hannah, I promise I shall not hurt you!”

Hannah was very concerned, not only was she quite unused to anyone touching or even paying any interest in her, she was acutely aware of her diapered state, and she felt hot, sore and wet down there. She asked herself why she had decided to wear her diapers outside today? Why had she got involved in that dog fight? Why had she allowed this woman, Doc Sarah, to lead her back to her surgery? Hannah looked at the doctor, who was focused on cleaning the small bite on her hand, gently cleaning each puncture mark. Sarah’s eyes were a stunning deep brown, but Hannah could see flecks of lighter brown in them. As the doctor was completely absorbed in her hand, Hannah took in the beautiful face, and her full brown hair surrounding her face. She was so gorgeous thought Hannah.

Sarah could feel Hannah’s gaze upon her, and looked up briefly to smile, but Hannah immediately dropped her gaze, embarrassed to have been caught ogling at the beautiful doctor in front of her. Sarah immediately recognized the maneuver as being a typical reaction from some of the very shy young children that she had treated, but it was unusual to see it in an adult. Sarah now took her turn to look at the face of the person in front of her, the young woman seemed to have a tiny frame, underneath all the nondescript clothing, but there was a pretty, yet fragile, vulnerability which seemed to pull her towards the woman. Sarah had never felt this before, even with some of the young children she treated, but it took all her self control not to throw her arms around Hannah and draw her in for a hug. What was it about this slightly strange, intensely shy individual? Sarah kept looking at Hannah whilst still holding her hand, waiting for Hannah to lift her eyes, but Hannah’s vision remained fixed downward, and Doc Sarah thought she could see a tremor shaking through her slight body.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” enquired Sarah in her ‘doctor’s voice’, “now, we just need to give you a tetanus shot, to be safe.”

Hannah jolted with shock, only now she realised that this doctor, this beautiful woman, was going to find her sick perversion. Doc Sarah was about to find out that she was a weirdo who liked to wear adult baby diapers and plastic panties. This was awful, and Hannah felt physically sick with shame. Hannah couldn’t allow this to happen, she couldn’t be so humiliated in front of such a stunning lady. This was too much.

“No…” Hannah mumbled shaking her head with resolve, “no, I don’t want an injection, I don’t need an injection.”

Doc Sarah was used to patients reacting in such a way to getting an injection, “now, I am the doctor, and you must have this injection Hannah, it is for your own good, as there is a risk with any dog bite. But I promise you it is nothing to be scared of; I am an expert at giving injections, and I am sure you will hardly feel it.” Sarah was still holding Hannah’s hand and she gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Why was a fully grown adult so averse to having a simple injection, she wondered.

“OK…” Hannah capitulated, finally meeting Sarah’s eyes with her own pale blue eyes, “but can I please have the injection in my arm, not in my bottom?” she pleaded, her eyes tearing up in shame.

“No, it has to be injected into the larger muscle of your bottom.” explained Sarah, pulling Hannah to her feet, “but don’t worry, I see lots of little bottoms in here, and you don’t need to get undressed completely, all I need to do is lift your top, here, and then pull down your leggings and the top of your panties so I can inject into the top part of your bottom…”. Doc Sarah had turned Hannah’s body around, lifted Hannah’s top, and had just tugged the leggings down, exposing the crinkly plastic panties with baby blocks and toys all over them, the pinkish plastic glistening in the lights of her surgery. “What is ….”

Hannah just wanted the ground to swallow her up. Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as her strange obsession with diapers was now exposed, on full show to a beautiful doctor, who would either throw her out as some sort of sick pervert, or worse, laugh at her. No one had ever any idea of this desire of Hannah’s to wear nappies and dress like a baby. It was a private fetish. Hannah led a private, quiet life, and usually this obsession only happened in the safety of her own bedroom, but for some stupid, inexplicable reason she had decided that today, today of all days, she would wear her diapers outside and go for a walk wearing them. She knew she could not lie to Doc Sarah, claiming some sort of medical condition of needing to wear diapers as these were clearly adult baby diapers, with all the colours and cuteness that they are designed to have.

“I…I like to wear nappies” admitted Hannah in an almost silent admission, waiting for the negative reaction from the doctor, which never came.

Sarah admired the shiny plastic, which gave an opaque view of the brightly coloured disposable diaper underneath. She had never come across an adult who chose to wear diapers, and childish, baby diapers at that, but there was something appealing, something attractive, about the adult body in front of her, wearing the clearly babyish diapers. Sarah slowly lowered Hannah’s leggings to have a better view of the nappied bottom in front of her. She felt the soft plastic and heard it crinkle under her fingertips, and then cupped the whole diapered bottom in front of her hand.

“Hannah…you are beautiful” Sarah whispered in Hannah’s ear, her hand still rubbing the diapered rear. She heard and felt Hannah’s body sob with shame, and immediately hugged the small frame to her, trying to squeeze the tears away. “Hannah, Hannah, please don’t be ashamed. You are a beautiful young lady. These nappies are simply beautiful. Please don’t cry.” Sarah kept hugging the small figure to her.

Hannah shuffled around in Sarah’s embrace, her leggings now down by her ankles, her arms went around Sarah’s body and she pressed her wet face into the embrace, still feeling the shame of being found out.

Sarah tried to calm Hannah by hugging her closely, eventually she cradled Hannah’s head and slowly turned her face so she could see the huge blue eyes, wet with tears still. “Hannah, I think you are a wonderful person, please don’t be ashamed. Do you have a Mommy or a Daddy that looks after you?”

Hannah shook her head slowly, this was a private fetish that no one, until Sarah, had any idea about.

“Shh…my precious little baby” cooed Sarah, smiling warmly, “little babies like you should be looked after very carefully, my love. Shall we have a check to see if you need changing? Don’t worry, we have plenty of spare nappies here, and I am sure some of the biggest sizes can be made to fit you”. Sarah guided Hannah back to the treatment table and gently lowered her down onto the surface. She smiled and stroked the hair from Hannah’s eyes, before planting a kiss on her forehead.

Hannah began to relax, finding it completely natural to allow Sarah to take control over her, it even felt good to hand over control to Sarah, as Hannah felt responsibility slip away from her, and she relaxed into Sarah’s ministrations. It was easier than to fight against it, and it felt so comfortable to allow Sarah to have all the power in this exchange. Hannah pulled her arms together on her chest, as Sarah slipped Hannah’s footwear and leggings right off. Hannah raised her bottom to allow Sarah to slide the plastic panties crinkling down her legs. Sarah noted the red welts where the plastic cuffs had been pressing against the soft skin of Hannah’s thighs noting to herself that Hannah had probably been wearing these panties for a little too long. Sarah noticed even more red marks from where the diaper had been chafing against the delicate skin of Hannah’s thigh, and the diaper itself was quite wet. Sarah found it exciting to learn that Hannah not only wore diapers, but also clearly used them for the purpose that they were intended for.

After cleaning Hannah up and applying liberal amounts of lotion to the various red marks all around her most private areas, Sarah found some training panties that would fit around Hannah’s slight hips, and she pulled them into place ensuring that it was a comfortable fit everywhere, before pulling Sarah into a sitting position.

Hannah had been expecting some sort of sexual advance as she lay with her lower half completely naked to Sarah, but instead Sarah had been completely professional, as she wiped and cleaned Hannah, applying the lotion to all the slightly sore areas. But it felt so good to be looked after just like a baby. Until now, no one had ever seen Hannah’s diaper, much less changed her. But this felt so exciting, so right, and also so comfortable. It was like this was how it should have always been. Hannah found herself falling so deeply in love with the new emotions and experiences. She loved feeling Sarah’s gentle, but firm, professional hands, touching her in her most private of areas. Hannah loved being changed by another person. She felt so little, but so perfect.

Once Hannah was sitting upright on the table, apart from the training pants, still naked from the waist down, Sarah looked almost sternly directly into her eyes, as though trying to gauge her soul inside.

“Hannah,” started Sarah, in an oddly professional tone, “this is my surgery and I am a registered doctor. There are strict rules and regulations governing how I must treat patients and obviously any further relationship is not allowed between doctor and patient. I cannot use my position to further any possible relationship between us. But you are not registered as one of my patients and as long as you never are, there is nothing to stop us exploring a relationship outside of this surgery. I find you an extremely attractive young woman, and I would love to look after you and treat you as a baby, if you are willing to let me. I am a lesbian, but currently there is no one in my life, other than the odd one-night stands. Would you want to let me baby you, to look after you? Would you be willing to become my lover?”

Hannah was shocked. She had expected that this smart doctor would have been revulsed by her fetish and would have thrown her out once she had been found out, but now Sarah was actually propositioning her!

“Yes!” exclaimed Hannah, with a huge smile breaking out for the first time across her previously humiliated face, “I mean, yes, I would love that, please. I mean…. I…” Hannah stammered trying to organise the chaotic thoughts rushing around her head. “I am not a lesbian…but no, I don’t mean that, because I think you are very attractive…I mean…well…I don’t really know if I am gay or straight, because, I have never tried with either…I mean not tried, but no one…I mean…”

Sarah grinned broadly at the confused little woman in front of her, and took Hannah’s face in her hands and gently kissed her again. “Hannah, you don’t need to explain, or try to fit into any label for me. Let’s go back to my house, we can call in at your place on the way, so you can pick up anything you might need, like extra diapers, any bottles or toys you want to bring. We can then both explore this whole new thing for both of us, until we have to collect the dog back from the vet tomorrow morning. Until then, I want to look after my new little friend and together we can discover where this journey might take us. Do you like the sound of that, little one?”

Hannah nodded her head in excitement.

This could be the start of a whole new set of experiences.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 10, 2021 at 5:13 AM
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kerry said:

I love this line!

OMG. This adorable tale starts with a "meet-not-so-cute" and, though its plot moves forward in unsurprising directions, it is all so completely lovely that I can't imagine anyone caring! I was utterly absorbed, first by the dog fight/rescue and then by the warm and loving moments between these women. Beautiful!

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i am so pleased you liked this tale. This is an attempt at the sort of story that i enjoy reading…more romantic. i will try to extend it in some surprising directions, but without falling foul of the rules. Also, while wearing diapers might risk some humiliation, i don’t enjoy people being forced into a diaper as some sort of punishment. They should be an award…

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 11, 2021 at 10:26 AM
Content: Chapter 2

Hannah’s emotions were in complete turmoil as they made their way to her apartment building. What was she doing? As Sarah had not recoiled with revulsion at the sight of her nappies, did that make Sarah some horrible pervert? Just like her? What would Sarah make her do? What would she think of Hannah’s ‘baby collection’ of different diapers, and bottles and pacifiers? Her legs felt as though they would pass out beneath her as she led Sarah into her flat.

Sarah was asking herself very similar questions at the same time. What was she doing picking up such a strange young woman? Why did Hannah provoke some strange, very basic instincts in her? What would she find in Hannah’s flat? Would Hannah be really open to making love to another woman? At least one of those questions was answered as they entered Hannah’s spotlessly neat and tidy flat. Everything was clean and neat and ordered. Hannah mumbled something with her head bowed and headed for her bedroom. Sarah felt so sorry for Hannah as it was so clear she was finding this so deeply humiliating; Hannah’s debilitating shyness was making this torture for her. But Sarah decided that nothing she could do or say at this stage would help much, but it was important to keep the momentum moving forward as any pause would give Hannah the opportunity to miss the opportunity. Sarah resolved to ensure that Hannah would be relaxed and enjoying the situation before the end of the day. It really hurt to witness the mental battle Hannah was going through. Sarah surprised herself when she realised she was already feeling protective over this vulnerable young woman.

Hannah opened a couple of drawers and pointed at various diapers, both disposable, and cloth, neatly arranged in the drawer, but made no effort to select anything. Sarah decided to keep moving so she worked her way along taking a couple of things of each selection. She tended to choose the brighter coloured articles. Soon she had armfuls of diapers, plastic panties, nighties, diaper covers, dresses, dungarees. She asked Hannah if she had an overnight bag. Hannah motioned towards a cupboard, and Hannah soon found a suitable bag in that cupboard, along with what appeared to be an old school uniform. Everything went into the bag together. Sarah then saw a teddy bear sitting on the pillow of the bed.

“Let’s bring your teddy, to look after you too.” said Sarah in what she hoped was a reassuring tone. “Do you have any baby bottles too?”

Sarah blushed some more and still with her head down she made her way into the small kitchen, on opening a small cupboard, Sarah could see baby bottles with large latex teats on them, along with some plastic plates, some sippy cups, and several pacifiers. Again she took a selection of each. She was about to ask Hannah if she had any toys she would want to bring along too, but decided that the question was too ambiguous and Hannah may confuse the question as referring to sex toys, and that may be enough to break the fragile state she was clearly in. Anyway, Sarah thought to herself, she had enough of a selection at home, she decided. Last stop was the bathroom, where toothbrush, toothpaste, and various baby lotions and oils were collected and placed in the bag. Sarah bent over to zip the bag up, and from her kneeling position was finally able to see Hannah’s full pale face, tears were falling down her cheeks and her bottom lip was quivering from the mixture of emotions. Hannah felt physically sick and light headed, and was becoming very unsure. Sarah knew she had to act quickly.

“Oh, sweetheart, please don’t cry like that,” she said taking the shaking body in her arms, “I promise I shall do nothing to hurt you or shame you in any way. I shall be very gentle, and let us agree now on a system where I will never ask you to do anything that you don’t want to do. So you must use a traffic light system…at any time if you want to stop, you just say ‘Red’, and no matter what, we will stop, and I can bring you straight home, OK? Then ‘amber’ means slow down, you are uncertain of the way we are going or you are just uncomfortable, and we can slow down or change completely what we are doing, and then if you say ‘Green’ then that means you are comfortable to proceed. But you must trust me, I really don’t want to push you to do anything you are not comfortable with. I have never met anyone quite like you, I don’t even know you yet, but there is a special something about you that makes me want to know you an awful lot better. You have a mystic about you, one minute you are throwing yourself into the middle of dog fights to break them up and the next you are quivering and shaking like a baby, merely because I saw your diaper! I want to know more about you, you inside, and I have to admit I also want to know more about the baby diapers and things, as that is intriguing me. Even if you just come to my home for a few hours to play and chat, nothing more then I shall be happy. You can just play as a baby, and if you are feeling brave enough, then I would love to change you again, and see you in some of these other baby outfits. No pressure, but I am sure we can both have some fun together, what do you think?”

Hannah was feeling reassured in the warm embrace from Sarah. She could feel the heat from Sarah’s body on her own small frame. No one had ever seen her in her nappies before, but then no one had ever hugged her like Sarah was doing now, and if the next few hours was going to be as good as this hug, then it would be the best hours of her life.

“Green” Hannah whispered.

Sarah smiled broadly, and took Hannah’s face in her hands guiding it up to hers so she could place a gentle kiss on Hannah’s lips. With her thumb she wiped the remaining tears from Hannah’s pale cheeks, looking into Hannah’s pale blue eyes, she said “come on baby, let’s get you home.”

Hannah felt the fear rising again on the short journey to Sarah’s house, eventually they pulled into the drive way of a beautiful older house, with an electric gate at the entrance to the short driveway. The house itself stood in a pretty garden, with a scattering of flowerbeds. Sarah had been trying to make light conversation all journey, even though her passenger was becoming quite silent, but Sarah decided to keep the light chatting going, to avoid an awkward silence.

“It is a pretty house isn’t it?” said Sarah as she operated the gate with a remote, “but I am afraid I cannot take credit for it. I bought the house, along with the practice from the existing GP, who has retired to the coast. So not only did I buy his patients, but I also inherited his flower beds! The dogs love running around this garden, but I fear that they do just cause more work for the gardener who comes in once a week to look after it for me. It is quite a large house, and the two dogs and I fairly rattle around it.” She pulled to a stop outside the front door, and quickly got out and retrieved the overnight bag from the boot. Hannah hadn’t moved in that time, but appeared rooted to the car seat, and Sarah was worried the bottom lip would start quivering again at any moment.

“Come on baby, let’s get you inside, look your friend, my little dog, is wanting to show you inside too.” Sarah said as she eased Hannah out of the car and led her into the house.

The interior of the house smelled of sandalwood. It was even prettier inside. The dog scampered off towards what Hannah would later find to be the kitchen, to see if any food had magically appeared in the dog bowls. Sarah led Hannah through to a combined sitting room, conservatory, and sat her down on a sofa.

“Let me fix us some drinks, you just relax there a moment” Sarah said, leaving the conservatory and heading towards the kitchen, still with the overnight bag in her hands. She made herself a mug of tea, but decided to prepare some warm milk in one of the bottles for Hannah. Hannah hadn’t moved a muscle when Sarah returned but was still sat uncomfortably on the very edge of the sofa. The sunlight around her didn’t appear to lift the confidence of Hannah, she sat in her baggy, nondescript clothing, shoulders hunched and her head down low. She did look up and gave a faint smile and mouthed “thank you” when offered the bottle of milk.

Hannah was petrified again, she had just been handed a baby bottle of milk by a beautiful stranger, but she slowly brought the teat to her mouth and began to suck on the nipple, the warm milk entering her mouth and throat as she swallowed it down, her eyes fixed suspiciously on Sarah, wondering what would happen next.

“I think a good idea would be to first see what we have put in your bag, and get you out of those clothes and you can choose what you would like to wear. We can change you here, and don’t worry, there are no gardeners here today, and I am not expecting any visitors, so no one will see you, Hannah. But I would love to see you in something nicer than these baggy grown up clothes. I know you are also still in those training pants we found for you but I would love to be able to change you back into one of your own lovely, colourful nappies. Remember the traffic light system, you are in charge. If I start going too fast for you, then just give me an amber warning to slow me down. I don’t want to do anything that might give me a red light! Let’s see what we have, shall we?”

With that Sarah opened the overnight bag and carefully took each item out draping the clothing over parts of the furniture and placing the nappies and plastic panties in their own pile on a seat. She admired each piece as she shook them out. They were all quite beautiful. They were clearly an infant design, but in an adult size. Sarah wondered if Hannah had bought them all or whether she had made them herself.

Hannah felt more shame as the various pieces of her baby life were displayed around the room. Yes, her own sewing skills had made some of the items, but others were expensive (for her) items bought through the internet. She squirmed uncomfortably as Hannah asked her what she wanted to wear, even on her own, this was often a difficult decision, but to decide what to wear to show another person made it impossible to choose.

Sarah could sense the rising panic once she had put Hannah on the spot to make a decision, so she quickly took over, “rather than you choosing, can I please make a choice of the clothing I would like to see you in, and if I choose wrong then you just let me know? Right…. To start, this pretty nappy with animals on it, are they Alpacas? Yes? I thought so, they are cute, and the these almost clear, milky plastic panties, so we can still see the Alpacas, oh, but then these so cute yellow diaper covers, with all the frills, they are adorable. Then this sweet little camisole, together with the yellow sundress to match your frilly knickers. I would love to dress you in these, would that be OK with you?”

Hannah nodded and allowed Sarah to begin to remove the baggy hoodie, eventually she stood and just enabled Sarah to gently remove each item of clothing, folding each one carefully and placing in a neat pile on one seat. Once naked, Hannah made no effort to hide herself or cover her privates or boobs. Sarah made sure not to ogle or even react to the slender naked body in the middle of her conservatory. Hannah had mousy blonde long hair, which had been roughly pulled into a ponytail, her frame was very slight, and she had small, but perfectly formed breasts, with nipples clearly showing her nerves rigid, giving a pert form to the whole breast. Her skin was extremely pale, skin that had not seen the sun in years, and there were no visible tan lines that most women her age would carry. Her flat tummy led, surprisingly in Sarah’s view, to a tangled bush of fair pubic hair, her buttocks were firm, with a slight crease along the bottom leading to slender, pale legs, and surprisingly small feet.

Sarah laid the Alpaca diaper out flat on the carpet in the middle of the room, and taking Hannah very gently by the hands, led her over, and helped her lie directly on it. Sarah retrieved the baby lotion, and applied a liberal amount to the smaller areas of red irritated skin from before. Sarah desperately wanted to explore this area more, but sensed that Hannah wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so rather than break the magical spell, Sarah remained quite professional and businesslike in her approaches and ministrations. She tried to be as gentle as possible, but wanted to help Hannah realise she was in safe hands first, before they could begin to explore one another.

Hannah strangely began to feel more at ease, as she allowed Sarah to take over. She realised that nothing was expected of her, she didn’t have to instigate, or even react, to anything. Her thumb found its way into her mouth and she sucked on it gently as she felt the baby powder dusting her private area. The clean baby smell of the talcum powder was familiar, and helped reassure her. She began to feel less vulnerable, and somehow…littler…she was willing, even happy to let Sarah take control. There was a power dynamic happening, very slowly, but she felt comfortable that it was happening. The noisy plastic panties were slid up her legs, and Hannah lifted her bottom when instructed so Sarah could slide them over the diaper, checking the waist and leg cuffs with a clear expertise of a person who had diapered many babies previously.

Sarah had never diapered such a large baby before, but she also decided she had never diapered one so cute. It was taking a lot of self control to just continue dressing this gorgeous little figure. Sarah could feel her own internals flutter with excitement. This was such different foreplay. The frilly yellow panties came next and they made the young woman look even cuter, after Sarah thinking that would be impossible. She gently pulled Hanna into a sitting position and removing the thumb managed to place the camisole in place, which was just short enough to show a lovely strip of soft pale skin above the elasticated waistband of the frilly diaper cover. Finally the short, yellow sundress (which Hannah had only recently bought) was lowered into position. Sarah surveyed the special scene in the middle of her conservatory floor. Hannah sat with her legs straight out, but noticeably apart, her thumb firmly in her mouth, and those pale blue eyes locked onto Sarah’s face watching for any reaction.

The change was enormous, not only did Hannah actually meet Sarah’s gaze for the first time, but Hannah appeared to be actually relaxing. Even her face appeared different, as the individual muscles seemed to relax and almost take on another muscle tone. Sarah was smitten. Hannah had transformed into the most wonderful, exciting prospect sitting in the middle of the floor. Sarah stood her up and twirled her around like a baby ballerina. She admired the frilly diaper cover peeking out from under the hem of the sundress, she loved the way the dress itself was filled out by the bulky diaper around Hannah’s hips. Hannah’s slender arms and legs contrasted beautifully with the bright yellow of the dress, with its little puffed sleeves. This was a stunning apparition that had been created in the room.

Sarah hugged Hannah close to her, her arms encircling the slight frame and her hands rested on the padded, frilly bottom which was easy to reach due to the short hem of the dress. The plastic of the panties crinkling to signal their presence.

Sarah began kissing Hannah’s forehead spacing her words between each kiss, “you… are… the… most… wonderful… prettiest… baby… I… have… ever… seen…”. Hannah smiled and melted into Sarah’s strong arms and chest.

“Thank you,” Hannah said with all the honesty that she could muster. “I have never been a baby for someone else before. No one has ever changed my nappy before. In fact no one has ever seen me naked before. I like being a baby for you.”

Now it was Sarah’s turn to shed a tear; Hannah’s words were so clearly so heartfelt, Sarah was hit by them. Inside, her tummy did another somersault. Why was this so exciting for her?

Sarah led Hannah back to the sofa, and they sat down together. Sarah reached over for Hannah’s barely started bottle, and fed the teat gently into Hannah’s welcoming mouth. She cuddled Hannah close to her, whilst keep hold of the bottle with the other hand. Once the cuddle was finally over, Sarah arranged herself, and Hannah into a comfortable position with Hannah lying across her lap one of Sarah’s arms cradled Hannah’s head in the crook of her elbow, while the other held the bottle to Sarah’s mouth.

The two women fixed their sights upon the other, each studying the other’s face, and expression. Nothing was said, and the only sound was of Hannah gently sucking down the contents of the bottle. But nothing had to be said. The love was growing between them with each second. Sarah stroked Hannah’s hair from her face with such gentle care, it caused Hannah to curl her toes. Steadily each woman was becoming more and more aroused being in such close contact with the other. Finally, the bottle was finished, but neither wanted to break the spell. Almost automatically, Sarah slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and released the snap on her front fastening bra, her breasts, now freed from the confines of the bra, resting next to Hannah’s face. Sarah reached up and as any nursing mother, fed her own nipple into Hannah’s waiting mouth, replacing the latex teat of the bottle. Hannah immediately, automatically, latched on, the natural, animal instinct of a young animal to suckle took hold. Their eyes never broke contact with one another, but they both realized at the same instant that their individual lives would never be the same again. A bond had been created between the two women, and although no words were spoken, there was a deeper communication happening as they each gazed into the other’s eyes.

Hannah was in heaven. Not only has she found someone who was not repulsed at her strange fetish, but someone who was willing to share in that fetish to treat and nurture her as a baby. She could imagine love from Sarah entering her own body through the act of suckling, but she also began to feel some dependency going the other way too. Hannah didn’t want these feelings to end.

Sarah looked down at the fragile young woman in her arms, she too, could feel love coursing around her own body. Nursing Hannah invoked primal maternal instincts. Sarah felt the need to protect and provide for Hannah. Sarah could not fathom why a pretty adult woman dressed as a baby, should produce such a strong reaction in her. Sarah sighed with a heady mixture of satisfaction, love and desire. She loved the feeling of Hannah sucking and tugging at her breast.

It was clear that the two women had embarked on a journey together, a journey of exploration of the Adult Baby Diaper Lover scene. But the labels were irrelevant. Sarah had welcomed the nappied Hannah into her house and into her life.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 12, 2021 at 12:19 AM
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DiaperAxolotl said:

Wow, amazing story. This is what I wish would happen to me.
Keep going!

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Thank you for that kind message! And you never know, something like this could happen to you. i wanted to write a story where the wearing of diapers is not a punishment, but more a reward. It is a bit of a slushy romantic piece…but i am a slushy romantic so what can you do?

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 12, 2021 at 12:21 AM
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kerry said:

So simple and so perfect: you show Hannah not just agreeing to go to Sarah's house but, with the use of this word, buying into the whole scene that Sarah has set up. Even better is the word "whispered," which suggests so much about her state of mind.

I agree with DiaperAxolotl: it is a very lovely story.

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“Thank you, Kerry” Ann whispered. xx

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 16, 2021 at 9:09 AM
Content: Gosh, so many sweet comments! i honestly didn’t think that people would enjoy this story, as it came out of a conversation with a really good friend over the sort of stories that we enjoyed reading. I was trying to explain that being put into diapers can never be a punishment in my head. But when someone puts me in a diaper, it is an act of love, that it is really a reward. Although this story is all made up, it does draw on some of my own experiences, which I suppose it has to really. i am writing more to this story, but the characters don’t really go anywhere…because i just want it to be a sweet little story…if i threw in a plane crash or something, then it would not be so sweet, but they would have to overcome hardships…and i don’t want them to do that. i just want Hannah and Sarah to have a nice life together! So as long as people understand that…and this story isn’t really going to go anywhere.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 16, 2021 at 12:25 PM
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DiaperedAndDamp said:

It's an adorable story It doesn't need to go in any different direction. More adorable interactions between Hannah and Sarah is all that's needed. Thanks for your effort ... you're a great writer!!

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Oh poo and nonsense…i am no great writer…the damp in your diaper has gone to your brain. i write tishy, wishy, washy nonsense, because that is all that goes on in my own little head these days.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 17, 2021 at 10:33 AM
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BiCouple1980 said:

Someone is talking nonsense, and it’s you being too humble!

The story is AMAZING! I keep checking to see when the next chapter hits the streets…

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No, no, no. i am not a good writer, and this story is not amazing, it is just sloppy nonsense. But maybe with a lot of practice and enough positive criticism, i can improve my writing to an acceptable level. i love the help and support that people give me here, and the encouragement to keep trying, but i wish i could properly describe the pictures in my head. i also recently complained to a new, dear friend, that i have met on here, that Hannah and Sarah now don’t always do what i want them to do. Apparently this is normal, but really frustrating, because i know where i want them to end up, but then they react to something and they go off in another direction. Sorry, but there might be some more sloppiness, but neither are behaving properly, and author ann might have to enter the scene and give both a quick spanking to make them behave.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 17, 2021 at 10:46 AM
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Diaperman0723 said:

Part 3???

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Your wish…(everyone can blame @Diaperman0723 for this!)

Chapter 3 Bathtime

Hannah had never experienced such a complete, pure love that she received from Sarah. She completely relaxed in her arms, suckling just like a baby, she could feel herself sinking back, falling into herself, becoming smaller, becoming a baby. Her anxieties melted away, and she relaxed right into Sarah’s firm body.

Sarah could see this change take over Hannah. Unlike Hannah, Sarah kept her eyes open, looking intently into Hannah’s face, she saw the muscles in her face relax, and her face appeared to even change, becoming more rounded and less adult. Sarah felt a rush through her body, she felt protective for this slight body in her arms. Hannah seemed so vulnerable, so fragile, so beautiful, Sarah wished she could stop time now. Her fingers traced around Hannah’s face, as her cheeks, and chin, fluttered as Hannah suckled. The gentle hiss announced that the Baby Hannah had even relaxed her bladder and was using her nappy. Sarah smiled at this, as it signified to her that Hannah had completely become a baby, and the adult taboo had dissolved. Sarah’s hand went to Hannah’s diaper, and she felt the heat and the absorbent core of the diaper change and harden as all the fluids were soaked up. Meanwhile Hannah didn’t flinch as Sarah’s hand pressed into her diaper.

Hannah wasn’t even aware she was wetting her diaper until she felt Sarah pressing between her legs. Rather than the shame that an adult should feel, Hannah was still wallowing in such bliss, she really didn’t think anything like that…she was barely thinking at all. One of the nicest things about being a baby, is not having to think. A baby just does. There is no thinking about any consequences to these actions. Just do. Hannah might have drifted into a doze, or possibly not, just a blissful relaxation in Sarah’s embrace, the result was the same. They sat, connected intimately, for some time, until Sarah decided she needed to change her baby.

Hannah made grumbling noises as she didn’t want to ever move from this perfect state, but she heard Sarah whisper gently in her ear, “shhh, baby, we need to change your nappy; you can’t lie there with a wet nappy for too long, you don’t need to do anything at all, just let me sort you out”. Hannah’s mood became yet smaller, more of a baby, when she heard that nothing was expected of her. Adult Hannah would have been completely rigid with worried anticipation, due to her lack of experience of any intimacy with anyone else. But she had just been told that nothing was expected from her, which gave her permission to descend the final slope to irresponsible babyhood.

Sarah gently carried the fragile package back to the changing mat. While Hannah didn’t weigh much, she was a complete dead weight as her limbs were relaxed and limp. Sarah reached over and selected a pacifier which she gently placed in Hannah’s mouth, she felt a similar tug on her nipples as she watched Hannah’s lips link around the latex nipple and a gentle suction was created. Just seconds ago that suction that Hannah created in her mouth was around her own flesh.

Sarah released the tabs on the front of Hannah’s diaper, noting that Hannah’s legs were akimbo, offering no resistance or defence to her most private areas. As Sarah pulled the front of the diaper down, she could see that Hannah had completely released her bladder and both the diaper and all of Hannah’s privates were soaked in urine. Hannah’s fair pubic hair was dark and matted against her skin. Sarah decided that the hair was not welcome, as babies should be completely smooth in their diaper. The urine had soaked Hannah’s pubic hair, and this could eventually lead to rashes. Maybe it was her medical training, or maybe it was just wrong to see hair in a diaper, but Sarah decided that the fair, pubic hair needed to be removed.

“Baby, let’s get you nice and clean…we can put you in a nice warm bath, get you all cleaned up, and then I will wrap you up in that big cloth diaper you brought, ready for bed. You just relax, while I run the bath and get you ready” Sarah explained to the prone body on her floor. Sarah rushed through to the bathroom and turned both taps on adjusting the temperature carefully, she threw some sweet smelling bath salts in, thinking there might be an ammonia smell, although she hadn’t noted any odour from Hannah. She then rushed back to the room, where Hannah had not moved. She knelt down, and guiltily sniffed above the soaking diaper. There was a slight aroma of urine, but there was also a slight smell of something else…a smell that perhaps would not be associated with a diaper, but completely natural for more mature bodies to produce. The faint aroma convinced Sarah, that Hannah was as excited by this experience as she was. She grinned to think that her own panties would have a similar aroma. There was something exciting about the dusky aroma of the lubricating fluids that an aroused vagina makes. Sarah next efficiently undressed Hannah.

Hannah remained limp while all her clothes were removed. She still wasn’t really thinking although there was a confusion building in her mind, something told her that she ought to be humiliated, and be trying to cover her naked body up. Adult Hannah was painfully shy, and intensely aware of anyone looking at any part of her body, but the baby Hannah was completely relaxed lying completely naked under Sarah’s experienced eyes. Sarah took in the form that she had exposed by undressing Hannah. Hannah’s skin was very pale, unblemished, her small breasts were flattened against her chest, although the traitorous nipples gave off the unmistakable, and uncontrollable signal of arousal.

Hannah didn’t even open her eyes as Sarah gently helped her to her feet, but allowed herself to be guided, with Sarah’s strong arms around her as protection. There was nothing like shame or humiliation in her mind. Sarah checked the temperature of the bath water, and turned the taps off, and guided Hannah into the bath, after grappling a couple of hair clips to keep Sarah’s long blond hair out of the water. Sarah shrugged off her own blouse and bra, and began to soap up a flannel.

Hannah finally opened her eyes, to see Sarah so gently soaping, cleaning her body, throughly cleaning her across her chest, under her arms before soaping down each of her arms, then Sarah took another flannel and rinsed Hannah off, by constantly dipping the flannel into the water and then pulling it across her skin, down her arms. Hannah smiled as she enjoyed the warm water sluicing off her. Sarah noted the smile and matched it with her own. Sarah felt the soft, soft skin yielding under the flannel, she could feel the hard nipples through the flannel in her palms. Sarah guided Hannah to turn around and to kneel on all fours, her cute little bottom above the water. Sarah carefully, gently, but thoroughly cleaned Hannah between her legs and watched the water caress her soft buttocks. Sarah parted Hannah’s legs and throughly washed her pubic hair and her sweet little anus. Finally, Sarah turned Hannah’s body once more and positioned Hannah to sit on the edge of the bath, with her feet still in the water, Sarah first took her hair scissors, which she kept in her bathroom to trim herself, to tightly trim Hannah’s pubic hair into the bath, then she took a razor and some gel, and gently removed all traces of Hannah’s adult pubic hair, she even had Hannah finally stand, but doubled over so Sarah could reach the few little hairs hidden otherwise.

Hannah gave no thought to losing her pubic hair, but just meekly allowed herself to enjoy all the careful, gentle ministrations. She somehow knew she was completely safe in Sarah’s control. She was completely relaxed and just allowed herself to be turned and positioned.

After carefully rinsing Hannah off, Sarah guided Hannah out of the bath. It was only when Hannah was stood on the bath mat, as Sarah reached for some soft towels, that her hand dropped to her private area, feeling the new smooth sensation down there. They both paused and looked at Hannah’s smooth bare mound, clearly being able to see the slit beneath. Somehow, it looked perfect to both sets of eyes, this was just how a baby should look. It felt new, smooth and exciting to Hannah under her fingertips, and she allowed herself to smile at Sarah again.

Sarah felt her own heart flutter as she watched Hannah accepting her new mark of babyhood. She wrapped Hannah in the soft warm towels hugging her close to her own skin. They stood with Sarah embracing the towel wrapped form of her new baby for some time, before Sarah moved, placing her mouth right next to Hannah’s ear. “Oh I love you, baby Hannah, you are perfect. Please will you let me look after you? I want nothing more than to have you in my life, to look after you, to love you. I don’t know how this happened, how you came into my life, but I know I now can’t live without you in my life. Hannah? Please?”

Hannah had gone completely silent, she still felt strangely small, but she was being asked some very adult questions, which she couldn’t properly understand to respond to. She sort of understood the wonderful intentions and questions, but little Hannah didn’t know how best to respond to these questions. She decided that she should just allow her body to react naturally, without considered thought. She turned to face Sarah, taking in the deep brown eyes, which were looking right into her own soul. Hannah first kissed Sarah. Not a sexual, French kiss, but a firm kiss of approval, a positive kiss on Sarah’s lips. Then Hannah heard her own voice, gently, quietly admitting, “I love you, Mommy”.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 18, 2021 at 12:32 AM
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Diaperman0723 said:

Another really well written chapter. Glad I can be bad influence lol can't wait for the next part

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Next part? You need help…professional help…. i initially read your comment as nearly well written…which would have been more honest. To be honest, i have taken Hannah and Sarah off to one side for a really severe talking to. i invented them; they are fragments of my own slushy, perverted little mind, so i need them to do as they are told, and keep it strictly PG rated, but I fear, even as I ask them for that, Sarah has her hand in Hannah’s diaper and making her orgasm in the back of my mind…. Goodness me, it is a filthy place in here! Even as i say that they are trying to open doors in there…many of which are locked for their own safety.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Dec 3, 2021 at 9:22 AM
Content: Chapter 4 Decision time

Hannah dissolved into Sarah’s arms. She felt the worries of grown up life, the anxieties of being a single female, the daily concerns of adulthood, stripped away, removed, like her own pubic hair. She felt little, and, in a strange way pure.

Sarah returned the kiss, to accept the four word reply Hannah had given her. She pulled the small body into herself. They stayed embraced for some time, wallowing in the shared love they had just found.

Finally Sarah whispered, “come on, darling, let’s get you ready for bed. I want to wrap you in that huge Omutsu nappy, and I have my own nightie that I think will suit you perfectly.” With that she led to towel draped figure back to the changing mat, replaced the pacifier, and carefully laid Hannah down on the mat. Sarah patted Hannah’s body dry, her eyes feasting on the tender skin, on the baby like figure in front of her.

Sarah was busy powdering and wrapping Hannah up in the huge Omutsu nappy, the bulk of the nappy spread Hannah’s legs quite wide apart, and the plastic rustled all the way up Hannah’s legs. Sarah finally patted the plastic panties covering Hannah’s crotch, and looked up into the blushing face of her new baby friend. She was shocked to see tears streaming out of Hannah’s pale blue eyes, the rivers of tears running into her blond hair, as Hannah silently wept.

“Oh baby, what is the matter?” Sarah immediately responded to the awful tears, feeling guilty that she had brought these on. “Darling, don’t cry,” Sarah pleaded taking the thin body in her arms and hugging her close, “please baby, what have I done wrong? What is causing these tears? What can I do? What do you want?”

Hannah sobbed silently for the longest time, taking in this line of questioning, but Hannah was regressing, due to the situation, and she couldn’t process all these questions at once, and her mind naturally focused on the last question, what was it she wanted?

“Now” Hannah quietly but firmly responded through the tears and sobs.

Sarah heard the single word, but it made no sense to her. “Baby what do you mean, now?”

“Everything I want, everything I need, everything I have ever dreamed of is now. Being loved by a beautiful woman, being dressed in a big nappy, being treated as a baby, exactly this. Now. This is what I want, this is all I have ever wanted…. I…. This…. You…. “ Hannah’s wobbling voice trailed off, and Sarah hugged her even closer rocking gently back and forth. Tears formed in Sarah’s eyes and the tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the tears from Hannah.

“Oh Hannah! Oh my baby! You are the most beautiful baby I could have imagined. I want to give you this, and more” Sarah intoned into Hannah’s tear-wet ear. “Hannah, will you let me look after you, will you be my baby, will you complete my life? I promise I shall look after you, make sure you never want for anything, just be my baby.”

Hannah’s mind reeled. Her little state was screaming YES! For little Hannah, the answer was so easy; yes, allow this wonderful, amazing creature to become her Mommy, to allow her to be babied. For years, she had hidden her secret perversion behind the security of the door of her apartment. Suddenly, she has been found out. But found out in the most beautiful way. Of course yes, let this beautiful woman tend to her. Allow her to be a baby full time. But at the same time there was a part of her brain that had not completely regressed, that part was screaming caution. Hannah was still a virgin, she had never had a meaningful relationship with anyone. There had been some teenager kissing and fondling, with boys and girls, but nothing beyond kissing and touching through clothing. She had never shared her secret desire to wear diapers, to be treated as a baby. Until Sarah no one had ever seen her collection of clothing, pacifiers, bottles, diapers, plastic panties, let alone seen Hannah dressed as a baby. Suddenly here was a professional adult, a doctor no less, that had just seen her naked, that had removed all traces of her adult pubic hair, and had assigned her to the baby role she so desired.

The two sides, almost like two people continued to argue in her brain. There was the baby Hannah, who was screaming Yes, yearning for this beautiful answer to her life…it was heaven…Sarah was surely an angel. But big Hannah was just as vehemently screaming to halt. Stop this nonsense, as Sarah was an unknown. She might be manipulative, she might be the sort of person who likes to inflict pain. Hannah almost felt like a spectator, as these two different, separate entities fought for control inside her head.

Hannah lay spreadeagled wearing just the large nappy and plastic panties, as this battle raged in her head. Sarah was watching Hannah closely and correctly worked out the quandary that was taking place in Hannah’s head. Sarah knew she had to act quickly, if she was going to save this situation, and allow her to explore all the facets of having an adult baby in her life.

“Hannah, sweetheart,” Sarah gently but firmly interrupted the mental warfare with the perfect disarming statement, “I am not asking you to make any commitment more than tonight. Please stay the night, and allow me to look after you as my own baby tonight. We can explore together. All this is new, and exciting to me too. Then, in the morning, you can be big Hannah, and we can talk then, and decide between us where we would like to take this. But for now, for tonight, give yourself permission to be a baby, relax. Nothing is expected of you. You can just react however you want. There is no script, no rules, just fun. What do you say?

Hannah’s heart was lifted. No commitment, just for tonight. She was so relieved that nothing was expected of her, as she was so inexperienced and so innocent, she would not have known what to do anyway.

Hannah smirked and held out her arms towards Sarah for a cuddle…one word escaped her lips, before they met Sarah’s mouth. One word. No explanation, no commitment

“GREEN!”

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Dec 6, 2021 at 8:12 AM
Content: i don’t know how to respond properly to the very kind compliments that i have had from some very sweet people. Thank You, doesn‘t seem enough somehow, Just for the record, i don’t think i am a good writer…yet…but i am getting better with the help and support so many people have given me here.

i do enjoy reading other people’s stories too…but i don’t particularly like the sort of thin where a person is forced into diapers as a punishment. For me, i love wearing them so much, they can never be viewed as a punishment, more a reward. The process of being checked and then submitting to letting a loved one change your diaper is such a special privilege to me still. For many, many years i would just diaper myself (in secret, as i honestly thought i was the only weirdo in the World, who got a kick out of wearing diapers…). Then finding someone, who not only accepts my desire to be a baby, but really enjoys putting me in diapers, and treating me as her baby. It is still so special to me. There are bits of this story, and lines that characters say, which are drawn from my own experience and are things i have said, or perhaps more precisely things i wish i had said, but the lines only come to me later. i do have this feeling of there being more than one person inside of me, which i am trying to describe in Hannah, and sometimes those different characters will fight one another. i know “big me” looks down and sometimes despises “little me”!

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Feb 21, 2022 at 7:38 AM
Content: Sorry…i have been away from here for a little while…and having to deal with the loss of one of our dogs, and some other bad news, so i was in a low place this morning, so i logged in here, in an effort to raise my spirits. And i am so grateful, and happy, and all warm inside to read so many sweet, kind messages. I am actually in tears reading through them, as people here all seem to be so nice and supportive. i do want to become a better writer, and with all the help and support people (many people…but especially @kerry ), I am feeling so…blessed…thank you. You have all helped me so much this morning. I should have come here earlier. Thank you all; you are really special people…special babies! Xxxxx

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 10, 2023 at 10:13 AM
Content: i cannot quite understand the lovely, supportive messages i have received here…. thank you all as you are making this little baby so happy! I do have some more stories in my messed up little mind…although i am a bit worried that none will be able to receive this sort of level of support… i know i have a problem with receiving complements…as a shared with Kerry…it sort of ramps up the pressure a bit. But i will have a go. As people may have noticed, i don’t like stories where diapers / nappies are viewed as a punishment. For me, they can never be a punishment. There is no more pure received love than to be gently wrapped up in a nappy, by someone you love.

Anyway, thank you all so much, from the bottom of my heart (and the heart of my bottom!). This is such a special corner of the scary internet. Thank you to all the owners and administrators for building and maintaining this. And an extra special big thank you to a really, really wonderful person on here, who has become one of my closest, most dear friends. You know who you are…and you deserve a public recognition of your incredible support, advice…and…well…friendship. Thank you @kerry xx

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 11, 2023 at 1:00 PM
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GabyinPurple said:

Sorry to bother if you. I just recently lost one of my cars and feel your sadness. The loss of a fur baby is heartbreaking

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i am guessing you meant cat not car…? It is horrible losing our fur babies. i lost a dog and a family member this year, but i admit that the loss of our dog upset me much, much more…to the extent i began to worry about it, but my therapist did assure me that given all the circumstances, i was acting normally…. It is quite horrible to think how short their lives are compared to ours.
But thank you too for your nice, supportive comments. Yes, there are some (sloppy) stories of mine on here, and i have started another one. i have tried adding to Hannah and Sarah’s story…but they keep on getting a bit too x-rated…. So a new story…new characters…new setting…

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 20, 2023 at 9:35 AM
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LittleEllsOAB said:

I’m very excited to read anything your mind may have to offer!! There’s so many ways you could even continue this with outings to parks, zoos, movies, all sorts of little activities where Sarah can treat Hannah small. omg my mind is gonna be thinking about this story for a good while!! I seriously cannot get enough of it! it’s simple, captivating, i can read it when kinda feeling little and wetting myself and just get LOST, which is my favorite feelings to get from these types of stories! Heck even a cruise, or Sarah hiring a babysitter to watch Hannah when Sarah has to work omg. aaaa goodness. welcome back to the site after the hiatus. i hope life’s been good since the sad stuffs you’ve dealt with. Really looking forward to more!

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Oh, Ells you are so kind. Thank you! I do have some more to add to this, and some other ideas for stories too.
life has been full of surprises for me these last two years some really, really good, and some really, really bad. i do feel like i have been through a mangle at times…but i am living with the woman i love, and able to live a life i couldn’t ever have dreamt of. i am dealing with lots of my own issues (which includes not feeling worthy of this fantastic opportunity i am living now. We have long term plans and dreams together, and it is the first time in my life that i have ever had shared future plans and dreams…and yes; it feels good!

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 20, 2023 at 7:21 PM
Content: Chapter 5. Good Morning Sweetheart!
Hannah woke up slowly the next morning…she felt warm, safe. But so different. Everything was different, was wrong. Then she began to piece together the events of yesterday, and last night. She felt conflicted; this had been the most intense day of her life. Still, with her eyes closed, she realised she was not in her own small, single bed, but she was in Sarah’s bed! Sarah! Hannah remembers cuddling and being cuddled by this amazing, strong, beautiful lady. But the memory was a bit fuzzy, almost as though it had happened to someone else, someone smaller, but it did happen to her. While she was trying to work this out, she sensed that she was being watched. Immediate alarm; who could be watching her? Why would they be watching her? What did she look like? Hannah began to try to focus on what she was feeling, to try to work out how she might look to a person looking at her. Her hair, normally in a huge knotted mess, felt clean, but it wasn’t in her face. Moving down, she could feel something so smooth, so soft around her shoulders and body, then she remembered being dressed in a beautiful pink silk nightie. Who? Sarah! Sarah had put her own nightie onto Hannah’s small frame. Sarah! Her arms were around a soft, sweet smelling object. There was a warmth coming off this object, and…it was breathing! Sarah! With that her eyes flickered open.

Sarah had been watching Hannah slowly wake up. Hannah’s arms were still around her waist, but only one of Sarah’s arms was laying across this small, precious body, as the other was used to prop her own head up, off the pillow, so she could properly take in Hannah’s pale face. A face that was relaxed, framed by cute little pigtails, complete with the pink satin ribbons she had put on to complete the look. Sarah noticed Hannah’s small nostrils of her cute little button nose flare slightly as she slowly woke up, her senses coming awake one by one. Hannah immediately decided that this was bliss, and she imagined watching this scene unravel every morning, and decided she could not imagine anything better. Then the eyes fluttered open. Revealing pale blue eyes, blinking the sleep away. But then Sarah saw the alarm creep into the eyes, as they began to dart around and she could feel, sense, Hannah’s body begin to tense, to pull away. She had to re-assure this timid creature quickly.

“Good morning, my little Angel”, Sarah whispered, “thank you for giving me the most amazing night of my life.” Sarah then saw the alarm change to more confusion, but at least she wasn’t tensing up to pull away.

Hannah was confused. What had she done? How had she been able to give this beautiful, sophisticated lady an amazing night? Why was her memory so fuzzy? Had she been drugged? Had this doctor managed to administer some mind altering drug into her system? What had happened? The confusion was feeding the alarm again.

“Darling Angel, please don’t look so worried” Sarah quietly implored the small female. “You did nothing wrong, nothing to be embarrassed about. You were…you are… perfect. Last night, you made me a Mommy for the first time in my life, and I loved every second”

Sarah watched as a wrinkle of confusion began to grow on Hannah’s forehead. She looked like a little, puzzled kitten.

“We just cuddled and kissed, nothing bad happened, baby. You did nothing wrong. Baby? Please talk to me, please say something”. Sarah whispered, not wanting to upset Hannah, but she could see Hannah trying to process everything, her pale blue eyes would flick all around, but the eyes kept coming back to lock on her own eyes. Each time that happened, she sensed Hannah would relax again.

“Baby, I really want to hear your voice; I need to know you are happy too”, said Sarah as she caressed Hannah’s smooth cheek.

Sarah watched as her new friend’s expression became more and more animated. She watched as Hannah tried to collect all the fuzzy thoughts together, questions would begin to form, and Hannah’s lips would move, but then she would bite at her lip as of to stop them forming any word.

Sarah began to trace her fingers around Hannah’s mouth, as if to relax them, to give them permission to form some words, as her finger traced across Hannah’s lips she was greeted with just the tip of her tongue, licking at her finger as it passed. Sarah responded by offering her finger back to where the tiniest tip of a tongue had licked at her. To both their surprise, the finger was t just licked this time, but it was sucked right into Hannah’s mouth where it was bathed with Hannah’s mouth and tongue. This was so erotic to Sarah, watching her digit being suckled by this wide-eyed, slightly scared kitten. She immediately imagined her fingers entering elsewhere without resistance, and similarly enjoying a warm, wet feeling. But this was in complete contrast to the completely innocent face that had accepted her finger so willingly. Sarah moved closer and kissed Hannah’s forehead, and this gave an opportunity to slide her wet finger from Hannah’s warm mouth, a sweet string of saliva connecting from her finger tip to Hannah’s pink lips.

“Baby, it is OK; no one is judging you. No one, other than us needs to know what is happening between us, but I do need to know, sweetheart, I need you to tell me you are OK inside. I need to know you don’t feel threatened or that I am taking advantage of you. Baby? Please? Hannah?”

Possibly it was the use of her own name, brought Hannah back up to a different state of being? Of consciousness? But she took a sharp breath in and then a faint whisper. But a meaning;Ed’s whisper to both of them…and so Hannah repeated

“Happy…”

Sarah’s heart melted with relief.

“Oh baby, baby, baby; I am happy too, I am so happy right now”

Hannah wanted to say more, there was so much more to say…but everything was getting jumbled in her mind…why couldn’t she think straight?

“Mmmm.” Hannah tried to form the words for the feelings that were revolving around her brain. Sarah watched carefully as Hannah’s face screwed up with concentration. “I… hmmm… more happy.” Hannah struggled to describe the raw emotions inside “nice…hmmm…more nice…oh!

Then Sarah twigged; she was no longer dealing with an adult. While there was clearly an adult body in front of her, the mind had regressed. As a pediatrician, she was used to dealing with youngsters who would struggle to describe their emotions, and would be frustrated knowing they were unable to properly voice their feelings.

“Shhh, Angel, I know, I understand. You are my baby girl. You are my sweet little Angel. Let me look after you as my baby today. Later, you can go back to being adult Hannah, but today, for me, just stay being my cute little baby.”

Hannah felt the same wave of relief as before. She could let go. She didn’t have to think of difficult words. She allowed herself to slip into the comfortable, if slightly fuzzy state of mind. But she wasn’t worried this time, instead she felt safe in Sarah’s arms, Sarah offered her finger again and without hesitation she began to suckle on it.

Some time later the finger had been replaced with one of Sarah’s taut nipples. As Hannah suckled greedily Sarah began to rock quietly, hugging her new baby closer to her bared breasts. Sarah decided then she would investigate ways to induce lactation. She wanted nothing more than to be able to provide nourishment to her baby.

Later still, Hannah woke up to find herself laying naked on her back on the bed. Sarah had placed a pacifier between her lips as she changed Hannah into a new, fresh nappy. Hannah could smell the lightly fragranced talc and she felt the baby gel being rubbed onto her private areas. She normally would have pulled away from someone touching her in such intimate areas, but in this baby state, it just felt right. It felt nice to be clean and dry again. She felt so safe as the front of her diaper was pulled up and the tapes expertly fastened.

Hannah was being asked something about clothing, but she didn’t care. Somehow she knew Sarah would choose for her, and her choice would be perfect. She just decided to relax and make happy gurgling sounds instead.

Now it was Sarah’s turn to be conflicted. Part of her, of her soul was feeling so fulfilled by being the protector, the Mommy to this sweet little lost girl. She enjoyed changing her nappy and making her nice and dry and comfortable again. But then there was also an underlying frustration; here was a beautifully formed very sexual body in front of her, naked on her bed, and it took all of her resolve to stop herself throwing herself to devour and explore this sweet little body. She would need to have a long talk with adult Hannah at the next opportunity, as at some stage her sexual needs would have to be sated. She knew unless they could also explore one another as adults at some stage, she would become frustrated. For now, though, being the “big” in the relationship was more than enough.

Now, that sweet little sundress which will continually show the little diapered butt would be perfect. Wait, hadn’t she seen some frilly diaper covers in some of Hannah’s belongings? There they are. For now, Hannah is going to be the sweetest, cutest, most loved baby in the World, amd that was enough for both of them.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 21, 2023 at 7:07 AM
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kerry said:

I'm glad you're posting stories again, Anna.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 23, 2023 at 2:16 PM
Content: Chapter 6: Baby, we need to talk

Hannah, darling, I need you to get out of this baby mode, because we really need to talk, like adults. There is a lot to talk about” Sarah cooed at the smiling baby in her arms.

“No!”

Sarah smiled at the irresistible pouting face, suddenly this person who could not decide what to eat, what to wear, what to drink, or even which biscuit to eat first suddenly was trying to be adamant about what she wanted.

“Hannah, I mean it sweetie. We can do this again. That is what I need to talk to you about. But not your baby mind. I do know I love you very much, and I cannot describe the joy you have brought me. But, and I know you don’t want to, but you have to come back to reality. We have to talk.”

“No! This realty. I love you” Hannah replied snuggling into Sarah while closing her eyes to make the situation go away.

Sarah sighed, as a large part of her just wanted to keep being Mommy to this happy bundle, but this had gone on for long enough. She sat Hannah up. “No, now we need some rules. I will undress you now, and then put you in the shower. When you get out of the shower, there will be some new clothes in the bathroom for you. You will put these on yourself, and then, when you are ready you can come through to the kitchen, where I will be cooking for the pair of us. But you need to come back as an adult. Use the shower to wash off any baby smells, but also your baby feelings. Don’t worry, I will still love you as an adult too. But this needs to happen now”

Hannah looked heartbroken as Sarah peeled off her little baby clothing and her, now quite wet, diaper. Nothing was said as Sarah guided Hannah towards the shower.

For Hannah, it physically hurt to have to leave baby Hannah behind, and to revert to her shy, introverted, unsure adult self. She heard the bathroom door close while she was in the shower, but she didn’t call out. As she rinsed off the safe baby smells she became more and more unsure about her situation. She tried to think back over the last 24 hours, but it was difficult. It was like trying to access someone else’s memory. She knew she had been with Sarah but when she thought about what happened, it was like it happened to a third person. Hannah actually gasped with shock as she discovered that her pubic hair had been removed. Yes, she can remember baby Hannah being shaved…but that meant she had been completely exposed to another person. She decided that Sarah must have been revolted in the sight of her pale, skinny body. Hannah remembered admiring and…even suckling…from Sarah’s beautiful breasts. Was that really her that was nursing from a stranger?

Hannah decided that the only sensible course of action would be to quickly jump out of the shower, get dressed and leave as soon as possible. Then she would have to move away from the area, possibly emigrate, and if that wasn’t possible then she would have to kill herself.

As Hannah cautiously stepped out of the shower, she saw a pile of bright clothing. Some very bright leggings, and a large orange sweatshirt, together with a purple T shirt. She assumed all this clothing belonged to Sarah, as they were all rather too big for her. The panties were a gorgeous design, much more expensive than the basic cotton panties Hannah usually chose. These looked expensive. She decided she would have to return the clothing, probably by post before she left the country. But there was a thrill as she pulled up the panties, with the thought of whose bottom had last been in them. The leggings were supposed to be skin tight and probably ¾ length. But they were rather baggy on Hannah’s legs, and came down to her ankles. Much the same issue with the T-shirt and sweatshirt. They were clearly a much higher quality than anything she possessed but they drowned her completely. Both coming down to below her butt. Although that was no bad thing, Sarah decided, as they served to hide her away. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, and decided she looked ridiculous. Her face was white with fear, and her hair was a total mess. She quickly pulled the brush through it, teasing the remains of what seemed to be short braids in her hair. She could sort that out later, maybe even shave her head so she would not be recognized ever again.

There was no window out of which she could climb to escape. So with a couple of deep breaths she steeled herself for the inevitable embarrassment. Hannah decided she could only beg for forgiveness but then leave as soon as there was any opportunity. Holding back tears of shame, she opened the bathroom door.

The smell of gorgeous food came down the corridor, which came as some relief to Hannah, as surely that meant that Sarah had guests coming and so would want to get rid of her as soon as possible. She could just apologise and leave.

Sarah was sitting on a chair at the table, facing the doorway that Hannah shuffled into. Sarah was wearing similar clothing, but unlike Hannah, the clothing only emphasized her figure. Hannah couldn’t help but admire the long shapely legs, the strong thighs, trim waist, but firm full breasts. Breasts that she had nursed. Hannah began to blush and mumble an apology.

Sarah completely ignored Hannah’s mumbles. She already knew she would need to take control of the situation with this painfully shy young lady.

“There you are, beautiful!” Sarah said unwrapping her legs from around the chair legs, in a single, elegant movement. Quickly Sarah moved to the doorway, to take Hannah’s hands in her own. Hannah’s head remained bowed, so Sarah brushed a kiss into the damp blonde hair.

“Come,” she said, leading Hannah into the kitchen, “I hope you like spaghetti bolognese, because that is about the only thing I can cook!” Hannah tried to withdraw, but Sarah had a firm hold on her.

“I am sorry those old things are not quite your size, but you have to wear something, if only so I can concentrate on eating!” Sarah joked, as she guided Hannah to a chair.

“I do hope you are as hungry as me, as I fear I have rather over-catered for the two of us. Let me plate up for you. I have poured you a wine, a lovely Shiraz, which I keep for special occasions, or special people, and there is garlic bread in that bowl, and a threw a salad together in the other. Parmesan?”

Hannah was completely unnerved. Shiraz? Was that a red one or a white one, but ‘special’ occasions or ‘special’ people? This mad woman could not be talking about her like that. Was she being asked a question? Hannah decided that a short nod of the head was possibly the safest option, which caused this mad woman to start grating cheese over her food.

“Cheers, my special little friend; here’s to a lot more fun ahead for us both” this mad woman lifted her glass filled with a red (ah!) wine, and held her glass towards Hannah. Hannah responded by lifting her own glass up and mumbling a response, touching the glasses together.

“No.” Sarah said firmly, “whenever someone drinks a roast with you, you must make eye contact, so let’s try again”.

Hannah blushed bright red, but finally lifted her eyes to Sarah, Sarah’s stern face immediately changed to a happy smile as they chinked glasses together, Sarah repeating the toast, and getting a weak “cheers” in reply.

“That’s better! And I get to see your beautiful blue eyes when you look at me” remarked Sarah.

Hannah wanted to repay the compliment and say something about Sarah’s own deep brown eyes, eyes that she could gaze into for the rest of her life, but the words were caught in her own throat. Her gaze dropped but lingered on Sarah’s breasts long enough to cause a smirk to pass over Sarah’s lips. That was a good sign, Sarah decided.

Hannah looked down at the huge plate of steaming spaghetti bolognese but then took a piece of garlic bread when she was offered. She closely followed Sarah’s own movements. So the garlic bread went on the big plate with the spaghetti, OK, and the napkin then is shaken and placed on your lap, thought Hannah. Sarah held the spaghetti bowl for Hannah and suggested that she should fill her side plate. Hannah took a single forkful, but then noticed that Sarah had forgotten to put any knives on the table, as there was only a fork and a spoon. Hannah waited with her hands folded on her napkin on her lap. Finally Hannah saw Sarah pick up her fork and spoon.

It was not lost on Sarah that her every move was being watched and followed. It was sweet really. But she had to intervene again when she saw Hannah about to use her spoon as a knife to cut through the spaghetti.

“No!” admonished Sarah, nearly causing Hannah to drop her own cutlery “not like that! Like this” as she showed Hannah how to twirl a forkful of spaghetti into the spoon, before lifting it to her lips. Hannah was sure she could not be more embarrassed and she would just emigrate straight after the meal. But soon she was twirling mouthfuls of wonderful food into her mouth.

Sarah was clearly hungry and wolfed down her own plate, but she also began to talk, reassuringly, to Hannah.

“I think we both have been surprised with what has happened for us both yesterday and last night. But before I say anything else, I want to thank you for the most fabulous, most exciting time of my life, and I want to repeat it. In fact I want to repeat it over and over and over with you”

Hannah was shocked to hear such positive words; she had managed to convince herself that Sarah would have realized her mistake and would never want to see her again. But this response was so different to what she had expected, and she felt she had to respond.

“I, err, I also really enjoyed everything. No one has ever seen me or even know about that part of me. You are the only one,” stammered Hannah, “it would be so nice to be able to do it again sometime”

“Nice? Oh my darling, it is so much more than nice!” Corrected Sarah, “and we will do it again, very soon, and again, and again! But that is what I want to talk to you about. I never knew I had these feelings inside, but I am sure they have always been there, you helped me discover them. Please will you let me explore them further? Please will you let me look after you, as a baby? I want to care for you, to have you in my life. But, not only as my baby, but also as my girlfriend, my lover?”

Hannah blushed and averted her eyes again. She has never been in a relationship. She had never though of herself as having a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or any relationship. Her assumption had been that she was some kind of freak, that enjoyed diapers and baby things. But adult life, like relationships were beyond her. Now, she was being propositioned by a beautiful, powerful female doctor! This had to be a mistake, she could not possibly provide any sort of satisfaction for someone so sophisticated.

“But, I…. I mean I am not… but you…” Hannah began to sob, causing Sarah to rush around the table and hug her new friend.

“Hush, hush, my Angel, shhh.” cooed Sarah to the sobbing girl in her arms. “You have no need to cry, you are perfect. I don’t want you to be upset, or in any way unhappy. In fact, I just want to make you the happiest person alive. I have been alone for so long, and then the world brought you into my life. In some strange way you are completing me. I have had boyfriends and girlfriends in the past, but I have never had this connection with another human being ever before. I need you, darling. I need you as my baby, but also I want you as my lover. Is that it baby? Is there someone else in your life? Oh no…I never thought” as Sarah pulled away.

Hannah didn’t want Sarah to pull away, she loved being hugged by her.

“No! No. No. There is no one in my life. There has never been anyone. I am a virgin. But I don’t think I am a lesbian, but I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t know! I do know I want to be with you. Yesterday and last night went far beyond my wildest dreams. I never thought it would be possible. It was just my secret, that no one was supposed to know. You found out and you accepted me. But…I don’t know anything. I can’t make love to you, because I don’t know how to, even though I want to. I do want to be your baby, and your lover…but…you will be bored with me…and I can’t…it is impossible” the words fell out of Hannah as she felt her heart burst open with emotion. She felt completely inadequate, completely out of her depth.

Sarah returned to hug her even more intensely.

“Oh my dear little one! You are just perfect. Do you remember what I said to you right back when we started, and I said we would take things slowly, but nothing is expected of you?” this gained a nod from Hannah, so Sarah continued “well, it is just the same now, OK? We will go slowly, very slowly. If you think things are going too quick then just say ‘orange’. If you are not enjoying something then you can say ‘Red’, and we stop. But ‘Green’ means you are comfortable and enjoying the experience. Don’t be ashamed if you are a virgin, as I think it is quite cute, although I don’t think that state is going to see this day out somehow! As for not being sure if you are straight or gay, then again, don’t worry about it. My own theory is that we are all somewhere on the bell curve of being gay or straight. I do love babying you, and you are the sweetest baby I have ever seen. But I am unable to make love to a baby. And I want to make love to you”

Hannah blushed fiercely again, as she learned she was the target of Sarah’s desires.

“Come, grab your wine, and let’s move into the living room where we can be more comfortable, leave the dishes” Sarah said, leading Hannah through to the small living room. Hannah sat quite rigidly as Sarah curled her own legs underneath herself and leant in towards Sarah.

“Darling, I do want to have a lot more baby time with you. I want to dress you in the cutest baby clothing, wrap you up in the thickest diapers, and feed you, and look after you. I know it is possible to induce lactation, and I would love to be able to feed you with my own milk, so we can look at that. I also want to get you some more cute baby clothing. But, I also want some much more grown up time with you.” Sarah explained.

Sarah could see her innocent charge was becoming confused and she knew she needed to relax her. So she reached over and picked up her hairbrush that she had left on a small table next to the couch.

“This always works for me,” said Sarah as she positioned herself sitting on the rear cushion of the couch, one leg either side of Hannah, as she started to brush the still damp tangle of hair on her head, “I wouldn’t be getting off to a good start in looking after you if I didn’t try to sort out this tangle here. You have beautiful hair, my love, it deserves to be looked after.”

Sarah could feel Hannah relaxing with each stroke of the brush, and she kept talking quietly, to reassure her. After a few minutes, Sarah suggested and then helped Hannah slip out of the huge sweat shirt. From her vantage point looking over Hannah’s shoulder she could see straight down to her pert little breasts, the nipples were so hard they must have been almost hurting.

Hannah was excited, but also the hair brushing was having a calming effect on her too. She liked that Sarah was repeating that nothing was expected of her, and she could stop things at any time. But this felt so nice, so good. She felt Sarah’s legs move, placing her feet in between her own legs. Then she felt the feet move against her thighs…encouraging them wider apart. Finally a heel made contact with her crotch, which sent a tingle through her body. Sarah began to nuzzle her ear. Her tongue making little darting explorations. Finally a hand dropped to her breast and squeezed the nipple. This made her squirm with excitement, and she turned around now kneeling on the couch, to look up at Sarah. Sarah smiled in return, laying down the hairbrush. And slid down to face Hannah.

“Is it still ‘Green’, my love?” asked Sarah, getting a quick nod in return. “When we kissed before, or when your pretty little lips were on my flesh, they were baby lips, this time it is grown up lips. We can deal with baby later, but now I want to make grown up love with grown up Hannah.” With that their mouths came together tongues exploring in one another’s mouths, and Sarah’s hands went to remove Hannah’s clothing.

Hannah had never experienced anything like this…she felt giddy inside, and her body undergoing changes…this was going to be exciting…

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 24, 2023 at 5:34 AM
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LittleEllsOAB said:

Love this new addition, i know you've asked for notes before so i figured i'd make some since i am feeling more and more attached to this story! Overall love the direction this is going, it's nice to see the difference in baby Hannah to adult Hannah and lovely to read Sarah being so warm and kind to the shy Hannah! Cannot wait to keep reading what you write and hope these minor critiques help in some way! Cheers!

Figured this should say "Hannah decided" as it's a section of Hannah's thoughts!

The use of "mad woman" back to back can be a bit much, never hurts to find a synonym to give me description!

Use of mouth after mouthfuls is a bit redundant, could always use another word for mouth or change the sentence to just add the image of mouthfuls of food.

silly inconsistency but i figured i'd point it out, Sarah initially said it'd be red, green, yellow!

-Ells

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Oh, thank you….this is all brilliant help! The names are causing me all sorts of confusion…because some of the story is based on real people…but…i thought i would further try to hide their identities by reversing their names…which means i keep thinking of them the wrong way around, neither are actually called Hannah or Sarah…but they nearly are…but…i keep forgetting….i can admit this now because i keep making the same mistake over and over…and yes, one of them is me

oh, and the mad woman is part of that…well how i refer to the maniac in real life…

and then the colours…hmmm…. OK, my secret is out! Hmmm…. Sooooooo…Red, Yellow, Green are the “standard” colours used in most BDSM events. While individual couples have their own safety words (which ALWAYS must be respected), then at events, they use easily understandable traffic light colours…. But somehow, in my muddled brain, the traffic lights are Red, Orange (actually Amber…which is more Orange than Yellow) Green. Which led to the confusion at one event where a participant was heard screaming, “Orange, orange, i said Orange! But you kept going…”. Yes, not a great moment…

so now anyone who was there could easily put it all together…

i need to be MUCH more careful in future…and i will call my characters Tom & Jerry…

seriously Ells, you don’t know how much you do know about me…which i hope doesn’t make any sense at all…but someone here is laughing at me….

thank you

ann xx

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Nov 24, 2023 at 4:54 PM
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LittleEllsOAB said:

I am glad to offer a hand, editing can be tedious and i can totally understand where your brain would get things mixed up when basing characters off of real life haha. I'd also say that leads to much better stories told though, because even our fantasies attached to real life can be really vivid and worth writing down hehe.

Mad woman makes more sense now, flows fine, especially if it'll be a repeated nickname for Sarah!

hehehe that's a funny insight into your experiences hehe, i definitely giggled at that one! Can see the confusion that'd create as well as a not so great moment, but your secret is safe with me at least... i cannot speak for anyone else reading this though...lol

eh what's there to be careful about, worlds so big and we're just a couple of littles here on a niche site, anyone here won't be judging you!!

Ann, i can at least infer a fair bit from what you've provided about yourself in your comments and stories where you open up! It's nice to know a bit about an author to help me understand why you write what you write, it has helped add a wholesome aspect to your writings and made me more invested in what you're saying! I genuinely look forward to whatever you put out in the future! I am laughing alongside you hopefully, I would never be laughing directly at you ^w^

Many love,
Ells

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No…i didn’t mean you would be laughing at me…someone else…and she knows who i mean….

All my stories have some basis coming from personal experiences…often spiced up a lot with my own fantasy how i wish certain things panned out. because i can only write about what i know…i am not clever enough to be able to write about things I haven’t experienced…. The Mary story is based from my life, but with name changes, to protect their memories. That story was the important one to me, because of all sorts of reasons…but i needed to record their lives somehow, somewhere. It actually made me quite ill in the end…but i am pleased i did it…and one day, i might even be able to go back and answer some more of the questions.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Dec 12, 2023 at 7:28 PM
Content: Chapter 7 Hannah grows up

I have tried to keep this section as “clean” as possible…but I feel an important aspect of this story is the love that two consenting adults have for each other in an almost separate relationship to the Mommy / baby relationship. I hope this does not offend anyone, and also stays within the rules.

For both Hannah and Sarah this was new ground. Whilst Sarah had gone through more experiences with several different lovers over the years, this was the first time, even with her job as a paediatrician that she had come across an adult baby. For Hannah, it was all new ground. She had lived a very quiet, sheltered life, without any partners or life experiences. Sex had not even been an issue in her life, and many years before, she had quietly accepted that she would likely die a virgin. Not only had there never been a lover in her life, or even a date, but she had never even experienced an orgasm before. Her upbringing had told her that everything was “dirty” down there, and it was wrong, worse, a sin, to touch yourself down there. She had initially been quite scared by these new feelings, that she was experiencing with Sarah, and even had apologised for wetting Sarah’s bed. She had assumed she had somehow lost control of her bladder, until Sarah first explained and then demonstrated that it was not urine. While being very nervous, Hannah did feel safe in Sarah’s hands. Sarah was very understanding, and not at all demanding. Indeed Sarah found Hannah’s fumbling, coupled with her curiosity, very endearing. Hannah was too desperate to please all the time, and remained on edge and quite guarded. But Sarah could feel her relaxing as she gained confidence. Eventually Sarah could share orgasms with Hannah.

After many happy hours discovering each other’s bodies, the two women fell asleep, exhausted, wrapped in one another’s arms. Hannah woke first.

Strange bed,

Strange woman.

Strange arms

Strange smells

Strange feelings…

Hannah’s initial feeling of panic were overcome by her strange, new feelings. Hannah began to try to analyse these strange feelings. She actually felt safe, which was a strange enough, even alien, feeling for Hannah. She was used to waking up alone, in her own little bed, wearing a wet diaper. This usually prompted the feelings of insecurity, being alone, along with some guilt for her “perversion” that no one knew of. But now someone knew. The woman, whose arms and leg were across her body now, knew. But there was no embarrassment. Sarah had managed to convince Hannah that she didn’t just accept this “perversion” but she found it endearing, exciting, fulfilling. These were all words that Sarah had repeated to Hannah over and over. Sarah had implored Hannah not to feel ashamed. In fact Sarah was already thinking about ways she could enjoy mothering Hannah much more often, even all the time. A full time baby to care for…

But Hannah was not wearing a diaper now, and an initial panic vanished as her hand felt the soft, dry bed sheet underneath her body. But she remembered an earlier panic that she had emptied her bladder. Hannah had never experienced this dampness that appeared, not just from herself, but she had seen with her own eyes this moisture being produced. The moisture was connected to strange feelings…new feelings…wonderful feelings. These were quite unlike anything she had ever felt before. Sarah had explained orgasms to her, how they are completely natural, normal reactions. She wasn’t going to die, although she did feel that she was being transported to heaven. Sarah managed to make Hannah’s body feel so different, the feelings were deep, deep inside. Hannah described them as mushy mixed with excitement. She had experienced these feelings over and over again. But now here she was…not really knowing what the time was or even what day of the week it was. But she didn’t care. Sarah had found her, Sarah had rescued her. Sarah had made love to her. Hannah felt completely conflicting emotions, but somehow while they represented extremes, she also felt comfortable to exist in these two opposing states at the same time. On the one hand, she felt like she was a proper grown up, a real adult, who had finally lost her virginity. She felt empowered, here she was, a grown adult, in a relationship with another grown adult. That felt good, and a small smile appeared across her face. And yet, at the same time, she felt like a baby. But a baby finally safe in her Mommy’s arms. Mommy, who was happy to change her wet diapers, even Mommy who was not repelled at discovering her wet diapers. Mommy who wanted to be her Mommy, to look after her, take care of her. The small smile changed into a happy grin.

Hannah pressed her lips to Sarah’s head to kiss her lover, her Mommy.

Sarah stretched and then wrapped her arms firmly around Hannah’s body.

“Good morning my darling, how are you feeling now?” She asked smelling in the unique, personal musk from Hannah’s armpit.

”G…g…good, I think…. Hmmm…did we really do all those things? This feels like a dream. I have never…hmmm…felt like this before. Is what we did last night sex? Is it always so wonderful? Is it wrong? What will people think, or say if they find out? Did you enjoy it too? How was I? No…not on a scale against other people or a score out of ten, because I know…I am sure that i can’t…hmmm…” Hannah finally stopped the torrent of questions as she felt Sarah trembling against her. Finally the tremble gave way to laughter, infectious laughter, and it was some time later when they had both recovered from the laughter. Sarah moved up and lay with her head on the pillow, face to face with Hannah.

”I don’t know where to start with all your questions, my Angel!” Sarah said as she gently brushed Hannah’s hair away from her face. “Last night was wonderful, special, and completely natural. Don’t ever worry about your performance in my bed; you were, you are, fantastic, amazing, a bundle of joy. Also, we don’t worry what other people might think or say. I will not lie to you, some people will disapprove of same sex relationships, but in my experience those disapproving people are usually very repressed homosexuals themselves, and their negativity is actually aimed at themselves.” Hannah was looking intently into Sarah’s eyes, taking everything in. Sarah kissed her on her nose. “You are perfect. I need you in my life. In fact i need both of you in my life, and while you were sleeping earlier, I have worked out how that can happen, if you are willing to give it a try, and trust me again?”

Hannah was puzzled, “both of you…me…huh? I don’t understand, but I do trust you. I want to experience everything that I have experienced with you all over again…and again…for ever!”

Sarah smiled at Hannah’s confusion, “Both of you; the two Hannah’s that reside inside of this single, lovely, little body. There is the wonderful, sexy grown up Hannah, who seems to be a natural at sex, or a very, very quick learner, as a doctor, I think I need to examine your tongue, for length as well as strength. Young lady, if they had oral sex as an Olympic sport, you would be coming home with Gold medals! Oh, you are so cute when you blush like that, but really there is nothing to blush about. Sex is normal, natural. People need to get over not being able to freely talk about it. But then there is Baby Hannah, who is simply gorgeous, and she already owns my heart. Although I am a paediatrician, a ‘baby’ doctor, I have never felt the maternal instinct before. I was never interested in having my own babies or children. Yes, I have always enjoyed looking after them, and making them better if they are sick, but I am also happy to hand the babies back once they are better. But Baby Hannah woke something up in me, flipped a switch, energised my hormones, I don’t know quite how that happened, and these feelings are a surprise to me, but I know with absolute certainty now, that I have to have Baby Hannah in my life. I need to look after, and care for Baby Hannah. I got the feeling that Baby Hannah is a very lonely baby, and I could not go on living knowing that she remains lonely and uncared for. I must have Baby Hannah in my life, to care for her, look after her, feed her and love her. Please Hannah…I know this is all happening so quickly, and none of this has any sort of a plan, but please be a part of my life. I really need you both in my life.”

For Hannah the answer was so easy. “Yes, of course, because I think I need you, and Baby Hannah needs you even more. But how? No one else knows about Baby Hannah, and to be honest I am so embarrassed that she exists. But she only, until now, lived in secret. It isn’t normal…she isn’t normal…I am not normal…”

Sarah stopped her there, “no, Hannah, Baby Hannah should not be hidden away, and no one should be embarrassed by her. Baby Hannah is the cutest, most wonderful, little baby, and if I am to be her Mommy then I will want to show her off to the whole wide world! And I know exactly how I will do that, that is, if you are both willing to trust me? Let me explain. My job, my calling, really is as a specialist medical doctor. I specialize in babies, and new Mommies. So every day in my practice I am examining babies, and often having to teach their Mommies or explain things to them about their babies. For some time, I have entertained the idea of using dolls to mimic the babies. But that won’t really work because dolls are inanimate and don’t have the right details. I can’t always use their own babies to demonstrate certain things, because often the babies are already sick and can be quite traumatized already. If I have just had to give a little one an injection, but then move on to explaining to their Mommy the correct way to clean their babies, the baby just assumes that they are going to get jabbed again. But if i had a model…a special baby of my own, that I could use to show them different procedures or even just the basics of how to clean a babies bottom during a diaper change…so, do you think Baby Hannah would be willing to be my model baby?”

Hannah was struggling with the whole concept, “But how…wh…surely it will not work because Baby Hannah is actually too big…she might think she is a baby, but we both know this body, “as Hannah felt her own torso, “is not a baby’s body…”

”oh but it is a baby body. And being bigger is actually perfect, for the demonstrations because it will be easier for the Mommies to see, as new born babies are tiny, but all the ‘bits’ are the same.” Sarah explained

Hannah was still not convinced, “but how can that work? Would I, or baby Hannah, have to sit in another room and then come through, and then get undressed in front of the Mommy and then you would introduce me a baby? They would think we were both mad…or worse.”

”No, and I think this is the beauty of my idea. You will become my baby. Each day I will take you into my practice as baby Hannah, we will put a crib in the corner, and a play area in another corner, then, whenever I need you, you are there!”

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Dec 16, 2023 at 10:36 AM
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kerry said:

What a nice line! And this is a lovely chapter as well!

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Thank you…i was worried about this one…because i wanted to cross away from the usual baby but how they might interact as adults too…

the next chapter is fun though…and sort of a bit of a fantasy of mine…which could never really come true…but it ought to come true for someone someday i feel.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Dec 17, 2023 at 4:31 AM
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kerry said:

What a nice line! And this is a lovely chapter as well!

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Well…hmmm…speaking for a friend…there was an occasion when someone was….well…it was really special…and they didn’t have a lot of experience…really at all…even alone…if you know what i mean…. And she had been kept on the edge for a long time…and the experience was so intense….i couldn’t…she…she couldn’t breathe…or take breath…and thought she might die a happy death…right there…. This is embarrassing…

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Jan 3, 2024 at 1:21 PM
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LittleEllsOAB said:

Can’t wait to read what’s next! A fun chapter and great to see the adult side of Hannah and how that’s important for Sarah. As always, i’m excited to read what’s next!

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Oh thank you Ells! i did want to show the adult side, but without it being too X Rated. so i needed to develop the two characters and their relationship outside of being little.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Jan 3, 2024 at 1:26 PM
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ARBBB2 said:

Wow wow wow, i am a straight male, both a baby and a daddie, your storie got to me at an emotional level, a daddy level, and as a baby. I was so aroused both sexaully and emotionally. LOVED IT GREAT JOB!!! You so touched on all the feelibgs and needs i have as a baby and a daddy!

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Thank you! i hope i managed to touch on the sort of conflict that i still often face in my relationship of wanting to be little (where i am non-sexual) to wanting to also satisfy my partner, who sometimes gets aroused and then frustrated if i stay little.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: Jan 3, 2024 at 1:36 PM
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oldgardener said:

Beautiful story. Both characters in your story are so lucky. Often have fantasy about thay happening to me. Please keep writing.

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Thank you Gardener; never give up on your fantasies…they can come true - i am proof of that. i never thought i could ever find so who would not revolted by (what i thought of at the time) my own personal little ”perversion”. Then i met someone (who had no previous experience of anything ABDL at all), but loves both big me and little me. So i went from a lonely, existence, at the very bottom of society and now we are planning the rest of our lives together. Dreams do come true!